Ranma left the Cat Café, no further along in her investigation than before. With Cologne out cold her best bet was probably Doctor Tofu who could probably identify if the dress was laced with something. The problem was that he’d been out for a few days for some conference or another. Best to just head home and store that dress away until she needed it again.
“Bye Ranma! Shampoo come by later!” The Amazon waved her good-bye.
“Er, yeah, later.” Ranma felt heat rise to her cheeks for some reason. Why didn’t she remember Shampoo coming back? Also, how did her clothes get torn to shreds? Ugh, gonna have to wear that ill-fitting dress again.
Forget it, she was a martial artist, not a detective and she’d done enough legwork for one day. She just wanted to get back to the dojo, a place where she could have a bit of normalcy in all this madness!
Bah, sanity is so overrated. It would be far better if you just admitted your world is mad and embrace the chaos!
She was awfully tempted to at this point, if grudgingly. At the very least she would be having more fun instead of tearing her hair out.
School would be out shortly, which meant she could ask Akane about what she had missed in class and maybe if something suspicious had happened.
“Welcome home Ranma!” Kasumi was taking the laundry down. “Did you get any help from Granny Cologne?”
“Complete bust. The old bat even fainted from this.” Ranma tugged on the loose dress she had on.
“Oh dear. I should have washed it when I had the chance.”
“Might want to leave it be for now. I think there might be something funky on it.”
“Well, get dressed and help me with this.”
After the madness of the day Ranma was more than happy to do something mundane. She stuffed the offending dress in a sack and got a new set of clothes on before helping Kasumi with the laundry.
Ranma carried the sheets into the house while Kasumi folded them fastidiously. Kasumi truly was like an angel.
Now only if she’d become a fallen one
Once again Ranma had a flash of depravity. Kasumi was on her knees in nothing but an apron. Damp patches made the fabric translucent to expose her thick, lactating nipples. And she was sucking Ranma off. Her plush lips glided up and down Ranma’s length, painting it with red lipstick. Despite that she didn’t lose any of her grace, her elegance.
She removed the cock from her mouth, planting an opaquer mark on Ranma with her lips.
“Now Ranma, it’s rude to cum before your partner.” She chided while stroking her. “You want to make sure your wedding night is good for Akane, right?”
“Yes…” Ranma was breathless.
“That’s a good girl. Now, it’s time we get to more advanced studies.”
Kasumi got to her feet and went over to the counter. She slid her lacy, white thong down her supple legs and kicked it away. She spread her unsullied, pink cunt. She was practically drizzling down there, her thighs coated with her feminine honey. The sweet, ambrosial scent of a woman hung thick in the air.
“Now, please come over her and fuck Oneechan good and hard.”
“Ranma!” Ranma shook her head.
“Uh, er, what?” Oh fuck, Ranma was really losing it if she was having fantasies about Kasumi.
“I said to help me put these away. Are you alright?”
“Yeah, probably just a little strung out.”
“Well, I’ll make you some tea and then you can lie down for a bit.”
Maybe lace it with morphine while she was at it. Or enough salt peter to kill Ranma’s libido for the next decade.
In the back of her mind, Ranma’s other half cackled. She would bring Kasumi into the fold, no matter how long it took.
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